Sir Ares, Goodnight

When Jenson drove the Rolls-Royce toward the highway exit, he saw the traffic police inspecting the vehicles. Jenson calmly joined the line of cars at the back. Baby Zetty, on the other hand, was beyond anxious. 'You're not 18 yet, Brother. That's considered illegal driving."

Jenson raised his driver's license and Baby Zetty's eyes widened in shock. Written clearly on the driver's license was 'Jenson Ares, 18 years old'.

This was clearly a fake driver's license!

Baby Zetty was still worried. "Who would believe that you're 18 years old?"

Jenson said, "We'll see about that."

At this time, the traffic police walked over and tapped on Jenson's car window.

"Driver's license, please."

Jenson handed him the driver's license, and the traffic police darted Jenson a glance before sweeping his gaze over the car's interior. Finding no abnormalities, he then waved to dismiss Jenson.

Go.

Baby Zetty was stumped.

The Rolls-Royce pulled into the highway steadily.

to recover

must be your icy face, Brother. It makes you look older than you really are.

"Is it not because of my height? I'm sure that's the

remark left Baby

one of Baby Zetty's

were clearly triplets, but Jens was now five feet six while she

Baby Zetty from the rear-view

that can't compare to u

that

words were harsh, they were the

was nothing compared to Jenson and

she was nothing like the genius-level

again, "Therefore, an ordinary person like you just needs

Zetty said weakly, "No one will think

this was someone else, I won't even bother pointing it out

to be deeply grateful to you even after you've beaten

that how it

Baby Zetty whimpered.

a ladder while standing in front of the sign. They were discussing something among themselves. Jenson and Baby Zetty got out